so in this crazy dream I had the other night…
I found myself telling a story about how I used to moonlight as a locksmith on the weekend.
a.) I’ve never been a locksmith and I’ve never had an interest in picking locks for profit
b.) I genuinely have no idea how keys and locks work. I know there’s pins and teeth involved tho’.
As i’m sharing the story, I begin to vividly dramatize the story and I’m sorta reliving the story. I got called by a small print shop (they print shirts and what not) - that is operated by a hoarder.
Have you ever seen those hoarder shows? I’ve never seen one, mainly because I got kinda grossed out by seeing a commercial for one and I heard in an interview that the one thing that all hoarders have in common - is that they all have large collection of sex toys.
Like the guy on A&E/Discovery/History - what ever channel its on… he said that they have to edit this out of every show, but it’s always the thing that the production staff puts money on. They all guess how long it’s going to take before they find the bag of dicks.
Anyhoo… I show up and opening the door is easy. What isn’t easy is getting to the people who are kinda trapped behind all the shit that has collapsed.
Some of it was t-shirts… the other stuff was the kinda stuff you would see in a super cluttered antique shop.
I started to feel crazy claustrophobia…
While I’m in this dream, tell the story about participating in a fictional rescue - i start to think about a nightmare that I’ve been trying to suppress for a while.
It was like inception… I fell into a deeper dream. I found myself in a familiar room with a small door above me. I then had this panic… and I couldn’t wake up. It was like deja vu… i knew that the only way out was this little crawl space but if I crawled through it to get out I would be in a horror house of sorts that contained something very evil in it.
I began the process of crawling through the space and every step I took forward - propelled me deeper and deeper into the original nightmare that I’ve been trying to forget.
My anxiety went through the roof and I sorta broke out of it and woke up.
When I did wake up - I had a few seconds where I couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. I had to really think if I ever crawled through an empty house. I had to really think if I ever did part time work as a locksmith… I had to really think if I unleashed something evil once.
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